Living the dream

My work is so intense, so engrossing, so fascinating that a typical time for working is three hours that pass unnoticed before muscles start to cramp and I look at the clock.

I listen intently to the recorded voices of two people I respect and admire very much and even though at times they talk at the same time, or laugh so hard they blur each others words, I feel honored to be listening.

I am transcribing these words. Words that help one write a book about the other and I find myself amazed at their knowledge, their easy camaraderie as they talk about things I have to look up just to put down on my computer's screen. The language is sometimes so heavy and complicated that I feel a thrill to be hearing them bandied about so easily and un-self-consciously.

In the end, a book will emerge so well written and so concise that it will be in many libraries used to educate our future writers and teachers.

And I will have been allowed to be part of it.